Fred awoke to a pleasant feeling in his chest; the sort of content feeling that immediately that today would be a lovely day. As he started to gain more consciousness, it became clear to him why that was. Snow and frost had gathered at his window, the curtains half-open to let in the natural light, and he could just see the first few clumps of morning snowflakes falling from above - which of course meant that they would be playing out in that later, like children again. But the best part by far was that, bundled in the warmth of the covers, the most brilliant girl in the world was laying beside him, sleeping peacefully in his arms - and that pleasant feeling grew. He smiled in contentment, revelling in a rare moment of undisturbed bliss, resisting the urge to sigh aloud like some love sick puppy (which, of course, he was). It could have seemed strange, or perhaps even a little creepy, to any onlookers, but Fred couldnt look away. He felt like the luckiest man on Earth.

Gently, he carefully brushed some hair behind her ear - expertly, in a way he had done countless time before - to reveal more of her angelic face. (Y/N)... he whispered, hoping to ease her awake without disturbing the tranquil atmosphere: though perhaps it was a little too faint, given that it seemed to have had little to no effect. He trailed his fingers down the length of her arm and pulled her slightly closer, placing a soft kiss on her hair line. (Y/N), he murmured, a little louder this time, before placing another kiss on her jaw, listening for her breathing to change. Wake up sleeping beauty, he breathed into her ear, rubbing circles onto her arm. (Y/N) groaned in response, instead, turning over to tuck her face into his shoulder. Hi, he said, deciding she was awake enough as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Hi... (Y/N) answered in a low, groggy voice - he loved how she sounded in the mornings - then burrowed deeper into him, slinging an arm over his shoulder in an attempt to get closer, and placed a lazy kiss to his collar in her half-awake state.

Merlin, he wished every morning could be like this.

Morning, love, he said, hugging her tighter as he tangled their legs together, earning a muttered mrning from a dozing girlfriend. Then something clicked in his brain. (Y/N)? Fred tried to gain her attention, again only receiving a mumbled sound, Dont you know what day it is, love? She half-shook her head, Its—

Its Christmas! The door was thrown open, banging loudly as it clattered with the wall, and none other than George Weasley marched in, a wooden spoon in one hand and a cooking pan in the other. He rattled the spoon inside the pan through his yelling, successfully making as much noise as possible and scaring the couple fully awake. Wake up, lovebirds - its Christmas and weve got a full day of things to do! So get up! Get up! Get up! Get—

George Weasley, if you dont stop that ruckus right now! Yelled Molly, charging into the room and snatching the spoon from his grip and whacking him with it (not too hard, of course - she isnt brutal), then turned to the two still in bed with a pleasant smile. Oh good morning dears - dont you both just look adorable, she said with a grin, putting both of her hands over her heart; seeing her son cuddled up lovingly with the first girl hes ever brought home, both of them looking so comfortable (albeit a little embarrassed at the intrusion) in each others arms, it just melted her heart.

Mum... Fred groaned, rolling his eyes and trying not to blush.

Oh stop it, you do, she waved a hand, now, breakfast will be ready soon, so get yourselves ready, dears - and remember to brush your teeth, Fred—

Mum Im a grown man—

And yet last year you still forgot.

Last year I broke my toothbrush!

And there was the time that you didnt brush them for a week.

I was nine!

And you, she pointed the wooden spoon to the other twin can go wake the others, and remember to knock first, George!

Course I will, Mum, he replied mischievously, snatching back his spoon and running up the stairs, banging the pot again - until they heard an angry Ginny and the pan dropping to the floor ( along with George, by the sound of it).

Mrs Weasley shook her head at her childrens antics (although she couldnt help but smile that it felt just like when they were living at home), then made her way back to the door. Ill see you at breakfast.

As soon as she closed the door, Fred dropped his head back to the cushion and let out another strangled groan, emitting a giggle from (Y/N). Im sorry about them, he complained - couldnt they try to be a little les chaotic just this once?

Letting out another laugh, (Y/N) raised herself up to eye-level with him and pecked him on the lips. Dont be, theyre great, she said while moving some hair from his eyes. Godric, he lived her so much.

Fred wrapped his arms around her again and pouted, confusing her for a moment. Is that all I get? One little kiss? What happened to giving me a big smooch?

Well, she laughed, I guess since it is Christmas...

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Now how about those raid-anators that heat up the house, how do they work? Arthur quizzed; (Y/N) had sat at the table to eat her breakfast and was right next to Mr Weasley, who had been asking these sort of questions since they first made conversation - over an hour ago.

Well, er the boiler heats up the water and sends it through the pipes, and... um... the metal in the radiators heats up the room. (Y/N) answered, she didnt mind his odd questions, it was nice that he found such an interest in ordinary things.

And how do they do that? He asked curiously, how can it heat up a whole room? With water!

Oh, he was surely going to love her gift to him. Well hot air rises to the top of the room and sinks as it cools down, she explained, it was a good thing she was talented in this field, so the radiators heat up the cold air at the bottom, and it cycles around like that.

Fascinating!

Fred watched from his seat beside her in adoration; any girl who could put up with his dads endless questions was surely a keeper, and not only that, but she appeared to genuinely like answering them. He really truly was the luckiest man alive.

Youre staring, George whispered in his ear teasingly from beside him, stuffing a bacon butty in his mouth with a grin. Youre so disgustingly in love with her, he stated, spitting little bits of bread at him.

Yeah, George, Im disgusting. Fred said, giving his twin a look of disapproval, after all, he wasnt the one spraying his breakfast about as he talked, was he?

Really, George shrugged, sipping some coffee from his favourite mug, you only met her in August and you already look like youre gonna start looking for a ring, he whispered towards the end of the sentence - if their Mum caught what he said, shed immediately start planning a guest list, joke or not.

Fred flashed a dark shade of red, almost choking on his juice - did he really look so obvious? George! He stressed in a hushed tone, giving him a wide-eyed glare.

What? Im just saying, it might be a little too soon but you two are really good for each other—

Oh Godric - sssh! He hushed again, hoping no one was listening as he leaned in, blushing madly. No- I-Im not thinking about that yet—

Yet? George smirked, setting down the mug, So you plan on it eventually?

What- well- I-I dont know- maybe but—

So that basically a yes—

George...Warned Fred, burying his face in his hands, really thinking that his head might combust if this continues much longer - wasnt he supposed to be teasing his other siblings?

By now, (Y/N) and Arthur has started a back and forth discussion of questions; Arthur would answer a query on magic, and then (Y/N) would answer one on muggle stuff - both as curious as each other. Fantastic creatures, centaurs - yes, wonderful people. Very good at astronomy and divination too. Harry knows one from his Hogwarts days - dont you, Harry?

Alright everyone! Mrs Weasleys cheerful voice interrupted as she stood and clapped her hands together excitedly, thankfully interrupting the twins conversation. Whos ready time open some presents? And suddenly, all of the children (which was basically anyone under thirty) jumped up from their chairs shouting Me! Me! as if someone had just suggested riding a dragon. With a wave of her wand, Molly sent all of the dishes floating into the kitchen to clean themselves, much to (Y/N)a amazement, as they followed everyone to the living room where Teddy was jumping up and down by the tree with glee.

The gifts were distributed one at a time, along with mugs of hot drinks and a tray of cookies, (Y/N) watched with a smile as the youngest ones ripped open their gifts with the widest grins in their little faces. Teddy pulled out a large storybook titled The Tales of Beedle the Bard, opening it he eagerly showed it to her. The boys hair flashed different colours as he came and sat in front of her, showing her every picture which danced on the page, excitedly.

(Y/N), dear, Molly said from the armchair beside her, handing over a lumpy looking gift, this is for you, from myself and Arthur, she smiled.

She felt Fred wrap an arm around her, a look on his face that indicated he knew just what was hidden underneath the paper. Oh, you didnt have to, Molly—

Nonsense, the woman said, its a tradition, Id anything.

Gratefully, (Y/N) started to unwrap the present on her lap, soon discovering it to be a knitted sweater. Holding it out to better see it, she recognised her first initial on a deep blue background; it had obviously been hand-made. Oh Molly, this is great. Thank you so much, she said sincerely, feeling the warmth of the fabric under her hands - shed never had anything hand-made like this before.

Of course, dear, everyone in the family has one. Family. The word made her heart flutter; shed been here only a day and already the Weasleys were considering her as one of their own.

Smiling shyly, (Y/N) ducked over to the tree and brought out two neatly wrapped parcels. I got you something as well, which I thought you might like - from what Freds told me about you, at least... She suddenly felt a little nervous, after all, it was difficult choosing gifts for people you had never previously met.

Oh, thank you dear, Molly beamed as she took out a large book of Recipes from Around the World, not that she needed any cooking tips, based on the meals theyd had so far, but its always fun to experiment. What a thoughtful gift.

(Y/N) was about to reply when Arthur let out an excited laugh as he inspected the books she had gifted him: Easy Experiments You Can Do At Home and Tell Me How, a book that answered hundreds of questions about day-to-day things. Oh! thank you very much! He exclaimed, drawing the attention of a few others in the room as he started to leaf through the pages.

She laughed to herself as Fred leaned down to her ear. Great idea, love. I cant imagine anyone being a better hit with my parents, he approved, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer as he kissed her temple, suddenly feeling a sense of pride. I got you something too, he reached over to a wrapped box near the sofa, placing it on her lap. Merry Christmas, love.

Aw, Freddie... She smiled, unwrapping the gift curiously to find a hardback book with a green cover. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them? She laughed, inspecting a few of the pages in fascination (though she didnt particularly like the illustration of the Acromantula). She couldnt wait to see which creature shed discover first. Thank you, sweetheart, she cooed before placing a quick kiss on his cheek, loving the red blush that creeped across his face. Why dont you find what I got you? She suggested, gesturing towards the pile of gifts and torn wrapping paper under the tree, watching as Fred beamed and scuttled over to find something with his name on it - while still trying to act like a grown-up. Pulling out a box with his name neatly labelled in her handwriting, Fred came back to her side, ripping away the paper to reveal a cardboard box filled with a variety of packets inside. Whats this? He asked, opening one up which said Harribos. Sweets?

Just a few favourites, but thats not all, (Y/N) replied, watching as his brows pulled together while he rummaged through the packaging.

Fred moved the candies aside, quickly reading each label as he did: Hersheys kisses, Toblerone, sour rainbows, a card, chocolate orange, aero... Whats this? He asked, pulling the card out and inspecting the shiny envelope.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Well why dont you open it, maybe its a bike.

He tutted, but opened it up anyway and taking out the card; before he could even open it, two small strips of paper fell out from inside. This confused him further; it wasnt money, and it wasnt a note, and it definitely wasnt a bike.

Seeing his obvious perplexion, (Y/N) decided to help him along. Theyre tickets.

Tickets. Repeated Fred, nodding along for a moment, then turning back to her. Tickets for what?

Well... she started as the pulled the sweater over her head, Ill be going home for summer, yknow, so I thought maybe... well I thought you might wanna come with me. And I thought you might like to do it the normal way... on a plane - itll be fun!

A plain? A plain what? He inspected the tickets closer, readings the letters and numbers all seemed like some sort of code. Wait, you want me to come with you? He repeated, smiling more and more by the second.

(Y/N) nodded. I mean... I think youll like it. Only, first well have to get you a passport...

I love you, Fred muttered, pulling her into a tight embrace, his box of candies falling to the floor completely forgotten. I cant wait! Thisll be great, I know it! He grinned, landing a kiss on her head, before showing the tickets to his father (who seemed equally as excited at the gift).

The rest of the day was spent eating bountiful foods, playing in the snow, sharing stories (mostly ones which embarrassed Fred), and talking with the whole family. And then late in the evening, when the youngest of the family had long since been settled in bed, music was playing softly as slightly tipsy couples danced along. And a chorus of I love yous' were shared under enchanted mistletoe by a wizard and his no-maj.

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The End

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A/N: And they lived happily ever after the end!